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ibkreator Jun 16
Its fun to be paint
Its fun to be painted
Its fun to paint
Its fun to be painter
Its fun to be painter painting
Its fun to be paint
Greg Muller Feb 2
Plush cushions for a wood green hut
Indigent, arrogance, and Omniscience

Learned counterpart owned the seats
Grey, humble, Shamen

Pure fear, unmoving in his discourse

Pure love, uplifting in his seat

Time calls for action. Was he willing?

Yes--preparation inside the wood tree hut.

Inside the young man’s mouth
Chewed a taste of bubble gum worn out

For one hour they waited
Sitting comfortably, and waited

Blood Red skinned Demons peel off the roof
Razor Talons swinging
Razor Talons scratching at our young man’s head.

Our shamen waits, unmoving, calming, and encouraging

Inside his breath was a spell.
To calm, and quell any foe.
A cool breath froze the winged *******
Sending them back to where they came

Time passes
A mind now healed like a band-aid covering a wound
His mind was pulled closer.

Our young man returned his eyes to the wood green hut
Seeing the old man, smiling for his own part
A street-wide smile was sent back
Leaving the seat he thanked him with complete
Love for each other, and all mankind
Keiya Tasire Jan 20
It is so quiet.
I hear peanuts shells
teeth grinding
peanuts into butter
between his teeth.
The quiet page turning
Buried do deeply in
"The Scottish Prisoner"
It will be a while
Before he is hungry for dinner.
A bonus!
Turing thoughts inward
to the ever present ringing in my ears.
Long breaths in
and slower breaths out
Allowing the noise to disappear.
It is a quiet night. I like quiet nights.
Stephen James Mar 2019
i am one with all
catalyst of what proceeds
the star that shines forth
a haiku
Hilla254 Feb 2019
Evening lady moon,
sorry if last night,
i was in anyway rude to you,
it's my human flaw,
you know i realised Angel's,
are Angel's cause they live in heaven,
for earth is faulty,
mostly it's about desires,
and personal gain.

pardon me if went out of line,
lady moon,you know you light my world
at night time,do you see where dreamcatcher,
hide's all of our dreams,do you see them too,
for if you were to testify 'bout the night,
the truth you'd spill would be too heavy,
for us to bear.

And so you know my heart,
doesn't beat the same anymore,
my thoughts ain't blank anymore,
it may be the grip of her radiance,
i don't know,read my mind and tell me,
A beautiful lie isn't the truth
Try Dec 2018
it all starts at the tip of my tongue,
the words just flow like water,
like water, like water,
no errors,
never seem to falter,
its that liquid flow,
straight from the soul,
the words just flow like water,
like water, like water,
ain't gonna lose control,
ain't gonna go a stray,
for there ain't nothing for us in the mud yo,
so continue to flow like water,
like water,
like water

© Try
just a bit of mediation and tranquil writing for you all tonight.
IrieSide Oct 2018
Become present,
It’s a hero’s journey
a monk robe come heavy
Tom Stodulka Jun 2018
Arguments, anger, frustration.

Conflict, mediation, meditation.

Today it’s all about our cortex, our right brain, your left brain.

Our amygdala, your feminine side, someone’s masculine side.

Maybe even the bright side.

Who is right, who is wrong.

Onwards, backwards, forwards,

Glass half full, too often these days the glass is empty.

Relationships are strained, pressures too great.

The *** boils over and over.

A fire burns into the very soul. Too much gets destroyed. The damage is done.

Things are certainly inflamed as people are enraged and anger reins.

How are you travelling?

What are your goals?

Common sense, like Paradise, lost.

Love is lost and sometimes re-found if good fortune favours you and maybe the brave.

Children suffer; best interests I hear you say.

But does anyone really understand?

For too many it is all about me, me, me.

Sadly, it is all about agendas and egos, it is all about me, me, me.
From 'Storm Clouds & Silver Linings; My Journey' by Tom Stodulka.
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